In the Frost Crystals

Photo: (c) R. Naylor
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I’ve been watching for

signs of your breath

in the frost crystals

on my morning window pane.

When the sun embodies

her robust bosom,

they melt

and so do I,

letting longing be my

own personal

burning.

The narcotic pain

of weeping

singes my

very soul.

Surely you know nothing

of this.

And, that is why I

don’t give up

this courtship

easily.

In the unrequited affair

with the wild,

with the invisible,

with the intangible

there exists the opportunity

to build the capacity

for unconditional love.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)